An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

lost in the sauce  monks meditate  upon clear water  see to the bottom  every detail sharp their steps illuminated but others forget clouded and blind distracted by the pleasant aroma  in the depths  of red tomato  what really matters

The black cats  with orange eyes  insist they are  supremely lucky  and that they suffer  from centuries of  bad public relations  from humans  who don't understand them The black cats with orange eyes grow protective of their various owners who feed and care for their daily living so they reward them with utmost loyalty and stalwart protection.

Burn a taper in the window the only glow that burns brightly  a slender candle  with a long flame stretches thin and high  a light that shines  in the encroaching  black darkness  the wax drips down  makes it thinner  and smaller  until it disappears

 To my readers: It's been a doozy of a week. I started having tooth pain this past Friday, but I couldn't get to the dentist until yesterday. It turned out they had to pull a tooth, but for four days, I was basically living off coffee, tylenol and anbesol.I'm still recovering from it, and I'm getting back to writing and posting my poetry. Sorry for the inconsistent posting for the past month. With my various health issues, it's been more difficult to keep up with the blogs. Hopefully, I'll get back onto a more regular schedule again in posting.Most of my poetry is on my Bluesky account (sifaseven.bsky.social), but the ones here are extended versions of selected pieces. (The character limit sometimes forces me to cut lines shorter. Blogger and Wordpress don't have that problem). Keep writing and reading, and I'll see you all soon. ~Sifa

Can a spinning top  last forever?  Waver on a  single fragile point the lightest  of touches on a smooth surface  Defy gravity  by sheer will that delicate balance perfect for a moment  One brief stutter  hesitation  will make it  all crash down

Spooky season  dark and mysterious  I have no fear  of ghosts and demons  witches and goblins vampires and zombies  the dead do not care  I am actually  more frightened  of the devils  who are still living they force you to mortgage your soul for their services but in the end they hold the contract in a vise like grip those are the phantoms that haunt my nightmares